Miles

Two brothers the walking dead pray for the silence the said ~ One shot to the sky the other held down by disguise ~ Sex for an angry man ~ To whores they can count on him ~ One made of paper the other glass ~ One will tear the other crashed ~ Oh god, was I that man up on a cross made of steel ~ Stuck on my wall cold and thin who watched me die and did not care ~ Miles to go before I sleep ~ The inside marched on the parade to the outside where no one came ~ What was there it scorched the ground ~ The other made no sound